“And yet, father, in spite of it all, I really believe the man's honest. You see, you cut me short. I have something else to tell you yet.”
Lord Penshurst eyed Kathleen uneasily.
“What is it now?” he asked, with a sad little laugh.
“Why,” said Lady Kathleen, and for a moment she felt unaccountably nervous and shy, “he was here this afternoon.”
“What!” roared the Premier; “he was here this afternoon? Why did you not tell me? I would have had the fellow flogged out of the place.”
“Gently, father, gently,” urged Lady Kathleen, “aren't you speaking rather loud?”
“I suppose I am,” said Lord Penshurst, bitterly. “But tell me about it.”
In a very few words Lady Kathleen outlined her interview with Westerham in the Deer Park.
“You know, father,” she concluded, “I almost believe he was speaking the truth when he said that he was quite different from the man we believed him to be.”